Turning to drink out of frustration and boredom; open RP
Just a couple days after stumbling into this bizarre place, John found himself seated at the bar, nursing a Scotch. He'd taken the key the Bellboy designated for him -- despite never having actually checked in -- and gone to his assigned room for the night. He'd wanted to call his wife but had found the room phone to be out of order or something -- he couldn't seem to make any calls other than to the front desk. He'd taken advantage of that fact to try yelling the management's ear off, but to no avail, and eventually he'd given up and gone to bed.
The past few nights had been spent in restlessness. He wasn't sure he'd really slept at all. A few hours, maybe. And now what was he supposed to do? Stuck in this goddamn strange place, with no way out, no one he knew...
He'd gone to the bar of, course. There was nothing else to do. And so now he sat, watching the TV in the bar as it played a rerun of an old football game. Imagine that! It didn't even have live games!
John grumbled angrily and sipped at his Scotch.
The past few nights had been spent in restlessness. He wasn't sure he'd really slept at all. A few hours, maybe. And now what was he supposed to do? Stuck in this goddamn strange place, with no way out, no one he knew...
He'd gone to the bar of, course. There was nothing else to do. And so now he sat, watching the TV in the bar as it played a rerun of an old football game. Imagine that! It didn't even have live games!
John grumbled angrily and sipped at his Scotch.